A masterpiece of moments unfolds as the dawn
Drifts into the day: from rose pink to autumn's sprawl
Of crimson, brown and gold. This late September light
Is curious. It is every artist's delight.
I always find with Autumn season there is great beauty even in decay, such a richness in colours, albeit the majority of hues of reds, burnt browns, golden yellows and sepia's. And yet again Dominic you are nature's truest observer. A fine quatrain and five stars. Hang in there and take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Shaun...I too love autumn; along with spring it is my favourite season. There is much subtle beauty to be found everywhere I look.